Betty opened her eyes and groaned, her hand instinctively reaching up to clutch her temple. The sheets under her were too soft, the air too still. For a heartbeat, she was suspended in the haze of sleep, but then the memory hit her like a physical blow.
Grayson. The woods. The impossible, bone snapping transformation of a man into something that shouldn’t exist.
Betty bolted upright, the movement sending a violent surge of nausea through her gut. Her eyes darted around the room, landing on the door. The silence of the house felt predatory.
"No," she whispered, the word catching in her dry throat. "No, no, no."
The reality of what she’d seen rushed back with agonizing clarity. It wasn't a trick of the light or a nightmare brought on by exhaustion. She had seen him change. She had seen t
